when ravens fall in love

in narrow corridors and hollow shelves

dreams exist

where gulfs of sadness

swallow everything whole

breathe in rays, dim lights swim

(and i see) you stand

in that grandiose of broken lights

like starlit lamps, eyes glinting

in hues of pink and red and love and hope

in a stuttering breath, you mutter

of wishes that only linger for so long

oh, please, let the well answer

for the magic ball

does not speak true

i hear it clearly, shadows dancing

the echoes of a raven's cry

love! hear her sing, soar in your hands

she lives there, fragile wings

encased in cold palms

and gentle whispers